6

My foot was holding the door, and I dropped an arm from my waist to open the door a bit wider. “This was a good one.” My smile hadn’t faded at all. “Do you want to come in?”

“I want to know something first.” His head still low, he looked at me through his lashes, an expression on his face, like he hadn’t eaten in days.

“Sure.” My throat was heavy and tight. “Anything.”

“Me. This.” He stalled. “Is that really what you want?”

I didn’t have to think.

I’d already done plenty of that over the last year.

“Yes, Camden, it’s what I want.”

His hand left the wooden frame and moved to his face, where he rubbed his fingers down the side of his short, trimmed beard. “Then, we’re going to do it my way.”

“What does that mean?”

He nodded toward me. “What do you have in there to drink?”

I moved out of the doorway to allow him inside, and he walked into my kitchen. Since this was the same apartment I’d shared with his sister, he was already familiar with where everything was located. He opened the cabi